pigeon

unfortunately uninspiring and anti-climactic compared to its movie counterpart. i'm surprised by how starkly different the messages of both respective pieces are— but i can't hate it since it provided the foundations for one of my favourite movies ever!!

every teenage white girl who is obsessed with sofia coppola and dismisses the complexities of precious in favour for their white girl sadness slop: i love the bell jar ❤️

so racist! and i don't want to hear bs about how she was a product of her time, this was written at the peak of the civil rights movement, and anyway still SO BORING. i think she should've stuck with poetry.

esther greenwood is in my nightmare blunt rotation

it definitely wasn't the worst book i have ever read, but it gets annoying when it's obvious the author is trying to self-aggrandize their writing by forcing the most verbose and superfluous metaphors. i had to read 20 different iterations of "i am a woman and my only purpose is to bleed" and i didn't even read past 30% of the book. i think an openly queer retelling of carmilla is a very promising concept, just wish it had been executed better